Thorn Triplets Book Novels & Stories

Kiara felt a dull lump on her throat. There was something… She couldn't put her finger on it, but it scared her. There was something about them, the three men, but she couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance between the three strangers. She immediately recognized them as triplets or brothers. “Um… what's going on?”

I hate early morning alarms! Especially the 5 O'clock ones I set for myself so I can wake up on time for school. They always ring every time I'm just getting very snuggly under my bedcovers and enjoying the second round of tranquil sleep. It doesn't help that I always read a book when I'm supposed to be in bed. Yeah, I'm a nerd and I know it. I bet you are too, ha ha.

“Give it to me.” I handed it over, my pulse pounding as he unlocked it. He scrolled fast, his thumb moving in sharp, impatient flicks until suddenly he froze. I watched his whole expression shift—first confusion, then disbelief, then a dark fury that seemed to roll off him. “What?” I whispered, my heart lurching. “What is it?” Thorne’s jaw flexed hard. “Messages,” he muttered. “Between her and Mira. They’ve been talking about… a child.”

"He would have liked knowing it came out." "Yes," Sera said. "He would have." The library. The fire. The leather bookmark is at page three twelve. She picked up the book. She read page three twelve. She turned to page three thirteen. The chapter had, finally, the right quality of attention.

one thing was clear, they did not want to be disturbed. I flipped to the last page and pulled a pen out of my pocket to sign it when I saw their names boldly written on one side of the agreement. Ronan, Kael and Dante Thornevale. They were triplets?! It should have been obvious, they had identical facial features, and the identical auras to go with it. Something about their intimidating auras proved that they weren't normal wolves, but I knew better than to pry. I signed the document and shoved the pen back into my pocket only to look up and find the long haired triplet.. Ronan, standing in front of me, staring down with his warm breath hitting my forehead.

Suddenly, chains shot out of the ground like vines, snaking around my body and wrapping me tight. “Hey,” I screamed as I writhed and struggled against the chains. "Fucking let go of me you fucking creep.” Thorne said nothing–just walked up to me, his hands behind his back. Standing in front of me, he tilted his head to the side and two smaller chains exploded from the floor beneath me, gripping the sides of my mouth and forcing it open. “Two thousand years," he muttered, the chains tilting to force my face to meet his. "I have been trapped in that devil-damned book by my own brother.”

Caleb leaned over the back of the divan, his long fingers expertly finding my swollen knot, his thumb striking it with a torturous, rhythmic precision that synced perfectly with every single one of Asher’s deep, brutal strokes. "You're ours," Caleb whispered perversely against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers rushing down my spine. "Every drop of your pleasure belongs to this house." I locked my fingers into the leather cushions, my body vibrating with an intense, suffocating wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The darkness behind my eyelids flared with white-hot sparks as the combined assault of the three triplets pushed me straight toward the edge. My inner walls clamped tightly aro

Like I was electrocuted, I pushed him off me and also took a step back. "Erm...erm...," Well f*ck me because I had no idea what to say. My thoughts were all jumbled up and the only thing keeping me sane by the minute was the fact that I was staring straight ahead the cell and not into those confusing orbs. Lest I forget, why were their orbs so haunting? One minute both orbs of the brothers are beautiful, the next minute their scary and then a disaster. What the hell is going on?

He added. “I promise to bring this case closed up sir.” Jessica said blankly. “That's a promise Miss!” “It must be kept!” Mr Troy said. “The case as you've been made to know involves a billionaire family, owners of the TRIX company and the biggest philanthropist in this part of the world. The CEO - Phillip Thorne.” Mr Troy said handing over the case file to Jessica. She stretched out and got the file to read properly and understand the case. “It says here he's married and with a child.”

“He’s the athletic one. The artist, Elias, is usually holed up in his studio, only comes in for big art-related projects. And Damon, the CEO, he’s like a ghost. You rarely see him, but you feel his presence everywhere.” Luke’s fork clattered against his plate. He forced himself to breathe, to keep his expression neutral. He knew their names, of course. He had seen their faces plastered on business magazines, in society columns. The Thorne triplets. The city’s most eligible, most dangerous bachelors. He knew them in a way no one else in this cafeteria did, a visceral, scarring knowledge. “They’re… imposing figures, aren’t they?” he managed, his voice a little too casual.